wife, love her

Well, this story happened a long, long time later, when our little sister paper has grown and transformed into a very beautiful and excellent lady, but our leader of the black rabbit—Sawada Tsunayoshi still hasn’t embraced the beauty.

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Sicily, Italy, inside the BOSS office of Pengo Lie's headquarters.

This year, 32-year-old Tsunayoshi Sawada sat at his desk in a neat suit, earnestly correcting the piles of documents piled up like hills.

"Shushasha~" The sound in the room is the sound of the pen tip touching the paper.

Just maintaining the same posture, I don't know how much time has passed.It wasn't until he felt a little tired that Tsunayoshi Sawada stopped the pen in his hand, pressed his swollen temple, and stretched out his hand to look at the silver watch on his wrist, only to realize that today he was soaked in processing documents again.

"Ai~" Youyou couldn't help but sighed. After all, there was no way to do it. I just received the news a few days ago, and some restless small families started to make trouble in private.

Therefore, this caused the files he had to process to triple in an instant.In addition, for some unknown reason, there were invitations to various banquets, as if they had been arranged, and they were mailed one by one in a queue, which he couldn't even refuse.At the same time, his personal time was squeezed out.

"Enough is real!" Cursing in a low voice, he ravaged his neat brown hair, pulled off his tie and threw it aside, unbuttoned the tightly buttoned shirt inside, and fell directly on the ground. On the back of the office chair, the previous capable look was gone.

At this moment, "咚咚~" the door of the office was knocked, and there was a clear and capable sound of "Kach~" Before he could give a reply, the visitor pushed open the door of the office directly.

This person is none other than our heroine, Shiro Murakami.

She is completely different from her previous image. Shiro Murakami, who is 26 years old this year, has completely shed all the naivety of her body, giving people the impression that she is a perfect working woman.

There is no smile on his face, with a hint of alienation, holding a thick notebook in his hand, wearing a very streamlined blouse and black hip skirt, and a pair of 10cm black high heels on his feet, tall A pair of black-rimmed glasses hung on the bridge of his nose.

"Da da da..." He walked to Sawada Tsunayoshi's desk step by step, without looking at him from the beginning to the end.He directly put the black book in his hand on the table, "This is what Kudaime asked me to show you!" The cold words protruded from the small mouth painted with pink lip gloss, "Tonight, the Solania family There will be a large-scale Mafia banquet tonight, please choose your own female partner from here!" After speaking, he turned and left without wanting to stay for a moment longer.

But when he just took a step, "snap!" There was an extra obstacle on his wrist.

Sawada Tsunayoshi held that slender wrist tightly, fearing that the other party would escape, and said cheekily: "Xiao Xi, you can be my dance partner, why bother." There was a look of expectation in the brown eyes, a little greedy. Looking at this person made him think day and night.Really only a genius knows how many times he missed her today.

Something flashed in the purple-blue eyes, and it was too late to catch it, so I bit my lip, "BOSS, please let go, I have promised Ah Wu to be his dance partner, I'm sorry. Please choose another spouse!" Words, Murakami no longer allowed himself the opportunity to hesitate, a backhand broke away from her hand, and strode away.

Just watching that figure ruthlessly disappearing at the corner of the door "..." Pursing his lips, Sawada Tsunayoshi was really disappointed at the loss of warmth in his hands, and turned to cover his own Face.

Wouldn't it be all caused by him to become what he is now?

Ha ha, so he could only smile wryly.

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[Murakami notes—Peng Gelie's ninth generation is directly under the private secretary. 】Now Xiaoxi is Peng Gelie, everyone in the mafia circle knows, everyone knows.She has grown into the perfect woman he expected.But... the only thing that is different from what he expected is that now she sees him as just a BOSS.

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The extremely luxurious hall, the gorgeous crystal chandelier, the bright red carpet covered the floor, the elegant waltz music echoing, the pyramids of wine glasses, and the toasts were intertwined, the banquet was coming to an end.

Faced with this kind of banquet, Sawada Tsunayoshi is already in a state of numbness.It was nothing more than the sponsor's speech, and then asked him, the senior mafia leader, to say a few more words, and then there were all kinds of entertainment, without any freshness.

The brain is a little dizzy from the stimulation of alcohol.Sawada Tsunayoshi, who was also stimulated by what he saw, drank an unknown amount of red wine for entertainment.Now, the strength of wine is really overwhelming.

A bitter smile could not help but rise from the corner of his mouth, because he really couldn't let himself not care - seeing that man laughing continuously in the arms of another man.Even if that other man is his good brother.

It's a pity that he is no longer qualified to manage these things now.

I chose to stand in an empty corner, dragging a glass of low-proof champagne in my hand to relieve my alcohol, looked at the liquid inside, gently swaying in my hand, and then raised my head and drank it in one gulp.

That's right, he didn't choose a female partner tonight, but came alone.Because the female companion in his mind is just that one person.It's a pity that she is someone else's female companion tonight, not him.

His gaze stayed on the Zhenghe dance hall, where Hayato and Haru Miura were dancing, I have to say that I was really envious.

If it were the past now, he should be that person too, first dancing to a song, and then rubbing each other's ears...

Now, he can only think about it.

Laughing at himself in his heart, he put down the empty cup in his hand, and didn't want to stay here any longer.

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The moon was covered by dark clouds, and there was darkness on the earth.

He stretched out his hand and pushed open the door without turning on the lights in the room. He took off his tie and suit and threw them on the ground, unbuttoned his shirt, and walked to the bedside with a familiar "crack~" and fell directly on the bed. On the large double bed, the breath was immediately filled with the faint smell of lavender.

"Hehe, it's Xiaoxi's smell~" There was nothing in his brain, and he muttered foolishly.Kicking off the leather shoes on his feet, he shrank to the bed like this, and went to grab the quilt.

Also fished things other than quilts.

"Who?" A vigilant voice sounded in his arms with a touch of tiredness, and the cold little hands just pushed onto his bare chest.

Huh?Why is there heat in his bed?

And... so weird.The other party's hands were obviously cold, but why did they light a fire on him?

Just like that, he grabbed the little hand that lit the fire, turned over without any reason, and pressed the person who seemed to want to get up under him. Although the brown eyes were shrouded in mist, he could still see clearly.

Outside, the moon, which had been blocked by dark clouds before, showed its face again.

The silvery white moonlight just penetrated through the undrawn window and shone on the wide double bed, allowing him to clearly see the person under him.

——Such a familiar face.

"Sawada Tsunayoshi, are you crazy about drinking! Come down quickly!" Although the tone was very cold, it clearly revealed the panic of the speaker.

There was a blush on that fair face, and he looked ashamed and indignant, wanting to be bitten.

Then... he was so fascinated that he did so.

He directly lowered his head and blocked the red lips that the other party seemed to want to say, directly and domineeringly pried open the other party's lips and tongue, aggressively aggressing, snatching the sweetness inside, not letting go of any place.A palm instinctively attached to the softness of the woman's chest, kneading gently.And the other one went directly to the wet (river crab) forest.

How long has it been since such intimacy, such a private (river crab) place, being touched (river crab) like this "Well..." The little mouth just poured out such a heartbreaking (river crab) syllable.The body that felt a little cold at first became hot with the infection of the person on it.

[This is wrong! ] Shiro Murakami issued such an instruction clearly in his brain.He reached out to push the man, but was grabbed instead.The kiss that plundered her air stopped listening.

"Xiaoxi!" The man raised his body slightly, and finally called out her name, "Xiaoxi...I'm sorry."

"..." Panting for the air that was finally available, at the same time, I saw the guilt, regret, fear contained in those brown eyes... many, many complex emotions will be mixed.

"BOSS~ Please leave." He turned his face cruelly and pulled his hand out of the opponent's.

"I don't want it!" The reaction was strong.

Like a child whose toy has been robbed, the man buried his body and hugged her so tightly that she couldn't even breathe.

"Xiaoxi, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry."

"I know it's all my fault, everything is my fault."

"During the time you left, I have been introspecting, regretting and annoyed every day."

. . . . . .

"Xiaoxi, I beg you to come back to me, okay?"

I don't know how many words he begged for forgiveness.

"..." Then how should she reply?He touched the scar on her stomach with his hand.This reminds her all the time, she can no longer believe it softly.

"Sawada Tsunayoshi, isn't it a little too late?" Murakami Satoshi asked him, and at the same time asked himself in his heart.

"It's not too late, it's really not too late! I swear, I absolutely..."

"Do you think your oath is still credible?" He interrupted without wanting to hear any more.

"Sawada Tsunayoshi, it's not that I didn't give you a chance, it's just...why do you let me leave with scars every time."

"I'm really tired, I just want to live an ordinary life."

"So can you please leave me alone?"

. . . . . .

The prominence of each word made it impossible for the brown-haired man to refute.

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At night, sometimes it can be so quiet that it is terrifying...so quiet that it makes one's heart chill...